Across the Miles

FF is sooo far away.  So when he pisses me off, I can't hit him.  If I cry, he doesn't see my tears.  I've been told that I "cry pretty."  Damn.  He won't Skype when he's mad.  In fact, lately, he doesn't want to Skype at all.  What's up with that?  I think it's that Garage Band.  He's got groupies.  I'm just the girl in his home port.  So when he comes to town for Thanksgiving, I'll be waiting.  Or not.

The Daddler almost passed out tonight.  I put him to work in the kitchen.  All of a sudden, he got wobbly.  I grabbed him and practically carried him to his recliner.  He said he was ok.  Got mad at me.  I gave him fresh purple hull peas, buttermilk cheddar cornbread, cucumber tomato salad, and fresh sliced peaches.  And he was mean to me.  I can take it.  I called Deb and put her on the line.  He bitched about me.  Typical.

The good thing is that JoJo isn't pushing me to go to Salsa dancing tonight.  She has out of town company.  I bought some random bottles of red wine and asked her to stop by on her way home from work.

I don't have my usual Saturday afternoon client meeting, so I can stay up late and sleep late.  Put it off.

On that note, I'm going to go find some way to... forget about my troubles...